Bearclaw Valley some kind of majesty, some chemical load

the nightshade readied for retaliation, but none came. instead, her little gimmick had thorned the interloper, who now struggled to maintain her composure in the face of such rank and steaming piss.

astara smiled smugly, pleased. with her packmate alongside her, she suspected the woman would not challenge them further. as she assumed, kiwi managed a reply, her tone acerbic as she addressed each of them.

astara had nothing else to contribute. skoll was the wolf with the last word here -- she simply watched, those fathomless indigo eyes rife with malevolence as kiwi departed.